Blaze Tells The Truth

"I saw you take the stairs down into the basement. There's some kind of shrine or something there. Some kind of cult connected with the club. When you came back up, you looked out of it—you'd had something to drink earlier, but you looked really weird. You left before we could talk," Angelica Blaze said. The tall woman didn't flinch at Lois Lane's touch...though every time her own arm moved to brush against Lois, the reporter twisted away.

All true, Lois thought, as she remembered the events of the night. Clever. She knew I'd see it in her face or voice if she lied. Of course, she's leaving out the part where she followed me home and tried to get me to enslave me with her cock.

"What about the guy? The one you said dropped something in my drink?" Lois asked.

"One of the bartenders at the club. I saw him add something to that cocktail...from a bottle called XXX," Angelica said.

She turned her head to look down at Lois. In human form, Blaze was a good head taller than the reporter. Lois let her hand fall, "accidentally" brushing one of the small breasts, and saw the nipples go erect, tenting the fabric of Blaze's t-shirt. No bras for these territories.

"And the women?" Lois asked. "Where are they?"

"I think they're back down in the club. You couldn't have gotten far in your explorations. There are tunnels that connect to old speakeasies, warehouses...a whole underworld."

A slight shift of her body was all it took for Angelica Blaze to loom over Lois. The reporter instinctively stepped back, but Blaze moved with her, as if they were dancing. Eyes locked together...and then Lois felt her back against the kitchen counter.

Blaze put one hand on the loose knot holding Lois Lane's robe closed.

"Are you sure you're okay? I mean, you might have injuries. I could...help you check."

The reporter's eyes narrowed. Teasing Blaze was one thing, but obviously the demonic dickgirl felt emboldened to try and seal the deal. Lois Lane decided it was time to set her straight.